ly and
satisfactorily that even the outside world took things for granted, and
any items of news concerning him were to be found on the inside pages of
the newspapers. During his convalescence Priscilla met Doctor Ledyard and
Doctor Travers many times. Once, by some mysterious arrangement, she was
assigned charge, in the rich man's room, while his own nurse was absent.
For three days and nights she obeyed his impatient commands and reasoned
with him when he confused his dependent condition with his usual
domineering position.

"Damn me!" he once complained to Travers when he thought Priscilla was
out of hearing; "that young woman you've given charge over me ought to
have a bigger field for her accomplishments. She's a natural-born tyrant.
I tried to escape her this morning; had got as far as one foot out of bed
when she bore down upon me, calmly, devilishly calmly, pointed to my
offending foot, and said: "Back, sir!" Then we argued a bit--I'm afraid I
was a trifle testy--and finally she laid hands upon my ankle in the most
scientific manner and had me on my back before I could think of the
proper adjectives to apply to her impudence."

Travers laughed and looked beyond the sick man's bed to the bowed head of
Priscilla as she bent over some preparation she was compounding in an
anteroom. From a high window the sunlight was streaming down on the
wonderful rusty-coloured hair. The girl's attitude of detachment and
concentration held the physician's approving glance, but the wave of
hair under the white cap and against the smooth, clear skin lingered in
the memory of the _man_ long after he forgot Moffatt's amusing anecdote.

And then, because things were closing in upon Priscilla Glenn's little
stage, something happened so commonplace in its character that its effect
upon the girl was out of all proportion.

After a rather strenuous day she was sleeping heavily in her little white
room when a sharp knock on her door brought her well-trained senses into
action at once.

"There's been an accident, Miss Glynn." It was the superintendent who
spoke. "Please report on Ward Five as soon as possible."

It was an insignificant accident; such a one as occurs shockingly often
in our big cities. A large touring car, with seven passengers, rushing up
a broad avenue with a conscientious man at the wheel, had overhauled a
poor derelict with apparently no fixed purpose in his befuddled brain. In
order to spare the fellow, the chauff